In this story, Ive tried to capture those awkward teenage moments where you challenge the rules your mama taught you. If you like this story, please read more of my stuff. Click on my name and go into my archives. Thanks so much for any comments or feedback.
I didn’t realize right away that I was going to develop into a full-blown Slutgirl. I mean, I started off the same as everyone else. I had a Mom and a Dad, divorced of course, and brothers and sisters with whom I fought over territory and possessions. Nothing particularly noteworthy. I could have turned into one of those boring, lay on her back and yawn through sex ladies, but nope, it wasn’t in the cards. I was always drawn to the sexual. I always sought out the perverse. I remember having a notebook I filled with a lot of dirty words and I got in trouble when Mom found it in the sock drawer. My sister never thought to do anything like that.
There were these strange twists of fate. From the beginning, I didn’t seem destined for monogamy. It just didn’t come up for me. I lost my virginity at thirteen when a group of boys gang raped me. The lesson learned was that Nothing Ever Happens the way you Expect It To. I don’t remember much about it. They held me down and pulled at my clothes and I squeezed my eyes shut tight the whole time. I remembered I laughed when one of them couldn’t get it in. I just wanted it over with. Seemed to me the fastest way to be able to leave was if they just did their thing and finished. Then came the rumors. Oh God, what vicious rumors. Rumors and gossip hurt me far worse than the rape.
And funny, but the ones who gossip are the least likely to be able to understand how a rape could happen, and the most likely to fear something like that happening to them. Then when they gossip, they start all sorts of ideas in other boy’s minds, like maybe they could have something like that happen and get away with it. Like maybe the girl they’re all talking about wou... Læs hele novellen
